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Dec 2018
this
the crotch
of your soul

slippery
to need

nerves extending
Do you

lift your head
now

Is it
this weakness

you have
for proof
is proof

Has
2 be

some thought knife
in your hand

it's wrist in your head
doing 360's

all is cut safely away
no connections are left
slashed so well
burn has no purpose

fear
lifts your eyes
just there

Assume high
higher

just there,
you see?

Sled dogs couldn't pull me
down
where
you are


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